After Tong He and Zhi Yao left Zhang Yu's tent, they did not choose to stay in the tent Zhang Yu had originally given their daughter, Tong Mi.
Over the past few days, the steward had built another simple dwelling here. Though it looked exceedingly crude in their eyes, to the people of the slums, it was already a very sturdy residence.
The Tong family moved in and kept watch over the changes outside at all times, for they knew that the city's future would be decided by tonight at the latest.
At that moment, Great Spirits emerging from the Municipal Office leaped toward the western part of the city. Tong He and Zhi Yao immediately felt their spiritual alarms blaring, while the spiritual power within their bodies frantically warned them.
Their bodies swayed at the same time, as if they had fallen into raging, surging seas.
Great Spirits were definitely coming this way—and there was more than one!
Under such crushing pressure, their first thought was to flee. Yet their bodies would not obey them in the slightest. Moreover, under the pressure of life and death, the spirituality buried deep within their bloodlines rose up together. Their bodies became faintly translucent, wisps of blue light spilling from them beneath the lamps as they involuntarily entered spiritualization.
Their two children were likewise stimulated by the spiritual force, but because their bloodlines had yet to mature, only spiritual light bloomed around their bodies. Their reaction was nowhere near as intense as their parents'.
Once the spirituality on their side was released, it formed the finest possible beacon. The three approaching Great Spirits did not even need to look at the markings on the map; they headed straight toward where the family was.
At the same time, a compass had been placed